Little Moments: Tropico 4

We’ve all had those little moments when a piece of art or entertainment strikes a peculiar chord with us.  That one guitar solo that almost makes you cry, that sing-along chorus that you always crank on the speakers, that one scene in the movie where everything pays off just so perfectly, a particular character just speaks to us.  From time to time, I want to share a few of those moments.  If you have one to share, put it up in the comment section.

All that said, there was a moment that always stayed with me when I was playing Tropico 4 once.  For those who aren’t familiar, the Tropico franchise is a series of sim/management games set in a fictional Caribbean nation.  You play the president of this small republic and can adopt policies both domestic and foreign from there.  In this particular game, it was a sandbox island that I was running as a tourist resort.  A lot of people didn’t like tourism in T4, but I personally found it a fun challenge and perfectly viable as a strategy.

Anyway, at some point I activated the Chinese Development Act, an edict from the Modern Times expansion pack that gave me 100 immigrants from China.  The economy was stalling, but we had plenty of housing, so I needed workers.  Among the immigrants, I soon noticed one of them enrolled at the island’s high school.  His name was Bik Kwok.  It was fun to say, so I followed him for a while and saw him graduate to become a customs officer.

Story starts rather mundane, but stay with me and it will get more interesting soon.  Fast forward to the last ten years of my mandate.  My finance minister passed away and I needed to find someone new.  I looked at my list of possible candidates, and one particular young customs officer was by far the most qualified candidate.  I looked at his name: Rafael Kwok,  I blinked a couple times.

I paused the game to do some investigating.  I looked up Rafael’s citizen info and he was indeed Bik Kwok’s son.  He had graduated college a couple years back and gone to work at the same customs office his father had.  Bik himself was now retired and living with his wife in a modern apartment complex with air conditioning overlooking the sprawling city park.

It was a strangely touching moment.  An immigrant who made a solid life for himself and whose son went on to hold a prominent seat in government after starting out in the same job as his father.

The English language really needs a word for things like this.  Again, please share your experiences like this in the comments.

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